When Jack was killed, that's when I realized that there was truly something weird about this camp, and it was also when I understood that there was no point in gathering the attention of everyone around me.
It was better to keep your strength hidden from others and strike when they would least expect it.
That's what I did for the rest of the training camp. As much as I hate to say it, Jack's death had been another reason that I had gotten so powerful. He was the one who gave me that much-needed wake-up call.
The memory with him continued for a few moments before I lost sight once more, but this time, instead of going inside another memory of mine, I was brought back to the real world.
I immediately got my head out of that purple liquid which quickly lost its light as I fell back on my butt as I thought that I was drowning.
Zale watched my reaction as if he had seen such a thing happen quite often to those who would first use this device.